Value of time

Anagha Naresh

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Value of time

In the grand tapestry of life, a lovely thread weaves through,

A commodity most adored,

yet often misinterpreted.

Time, the inaccessible essence,

a fleeting moment's grace,

A poem to celebrate its worth,

to consider its pace.

When dawn awakes the slumbering world, time gossips in the breeze,

The sun mounts with golden hues,

painting skies with ease.

With each tick of the clock, the day unfurls its wings,

Possibilities break out as if they had no strings.

In every heartbeat's meter, time finds its constant rhythm,

A symphony of jiffies, an orchestra complete.

Moments intertwine and dance, in graceful harmony,

A waltz of days, an endless rally, a boundless charm.

Time grants us memories, both optimistic and lonesome,

A tapestry of yesterdays, where reminiscence is born.

The laughter of our childhood, the tears of heartache's sting,

All woven in the fabric,

that time begins again to bring.

With age, we seek its consolation,

as sands slip through our hands,

An hourglass of eternity

as life's grand journey stands.

It beckons us to savor, each instant as it's due,

To seize the gift of presence, before it bids farewell.

But let us not moan it, this transient, passing gift,

For time's embrace bestows on us, the chance to heal and lift.

It teaches us the wisdom, that life's a fleeting art,

To cherish every heartbeat, with an open, grateful heart.

Value time like precious gold, a treasure to behold,

For what it truly offers, can never be resold.

Embrace each passing second, with love and purpose true,

In the end, it's not the time, but what we choose to do.